Principles of Research  
address by Albert Einstein (1918)
  
  
(Physical Society, Berlin, for Max Planck's sixtieth birtday)  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
IN the temple of science are many mansions,  
and various indeed are they that dwell therein and the motives  
that have led them thither. Many take to science out of a joyful  
sense of superior intellectual power; science is their own special  
sport to which they look for vivid experience and the satisfaction  
of ambition; many others are to be found in the temple who have  
offered the products of their brains on this altar for purely  
utilitarian purposes. Were an angel of the Lord to come and drive  
all the people belonging to these two categories out of the temple,  
the assemblage would be seriously depleted, but there would still  
be some men, of both present and past times, left inside. Our  
Planck is one of them, and that is why we love him.  
  
 I am quite aware that we have just now lightheartedly expelled  
in imagination many excellent men who are largely, perhaps chiefly,  
responsible for the buildings of the temple of science; and in  
many cases our angel would find it a pretty ticklish job to decide.  
But of one thing I feel sure: if the types we have just expelled  
were the only types there were, the temple would never have come  
to be, any more than a forest can grow which consists of nothing  
but creepers. For these people any sphere of human activity will  
do, if it comes to a point; whether they become engineers, officers,  
tradesmen, or scientists depends on circumstances. Now let us  
have another look at those who have found favor with the angel.  
Most of them are somewhat odd, uncommunicative, solitary fellows,  
really less like each other, in spite of these common characteristics,  
than the hosts of the rejected. What has brought them to the temple?  
That is a difficult question and no single answer will cover it.  
To begin with, I believe with Schopenhauer that one of the strongest  
motives that leads men to art and science is escape from everyday  
life with its painful crudity and hopeless dreariness, from the  
fetters of one's own ever shifting desires. A finely tempered  
nature longs to escape from personal life into the world of objective  
perception and thought; this desire may be compared with the townsman's  
irresistible longing to escape from his noisy, cramped surroundings  
into the silence of high mountains, where the eye ranges freely  
through the still, pure air and fondly traces out the restful  
contours apparently built for eternity.  
  
 With this negative motive there goes a positive one. Man  
tries to make for himself in the fashion that suits him best a  
simplified and intelligible picture of the world; he then tries  
to some extent to substitute this cosmos of his for the world  
of experience, and thus to overcome it. This is what the painter,  
the poet, the speculative philosopher, and the natural scientist  
do, each in his own fashion. Each makes this cosmos and its construction  
the pivot of his emotional life, in order to find in this way  
the peace and security which he cannot find in tbe narrow whirlpool  
of personal experience.  
  
 What place does the theoretical physicist's picture of the  
world occupy among all these possible pictures? It demands the  
highest possible standard of rigorous precision in the description  
of relations, such as only the use of mathematical language can  
give. In regard to his subject matter, on the other hand, the  
physicist has to limit himself very severely: he must content  
himself with describing the most simple events which can be brought  
within the domain of our experience; all events of a more complex  
order are beyond the power of the human intellect to reconstruct  
with the subtle accuracy and logical perfection which the theoretical  
physicist demands. Supreme purity, clarity, and certainty at the  
cost of completeness. But what can be the attraction of getting  
to know such a tiny section of nature thoroughly, while one leaves  
everything subtler and more complex shyly and timidly alone? Does  
the product of such a modest effort deserve to be called by the  
proud name of a theory of the universe?  
  
 In my belief the name is justified; for the general laws  
on which the structure of theoretical physics is based claim to  
be valid for any natural phenomenon whatsoever. With them, it  
ought to be possible to arrive at the description, that is to  
say, the theory, of every natural process, including life, by  
means of pure deduction, if that process of deduction were not  
far beyond the capacity of the human intellect. The physicist's  
renunciation of completeness for his cosmos is therefore not a  
matter of fundamental principle.  
  
 The supreme task of the physicist is to arrive at those  
universal elementary laws from which the cosmos can be built up  
by pure deduction. There is no logical path to these laws; only  
intuition, resting on sympathetic understanding of experience,  
can reach them. In this methodological uncertainty, one might  
suppose that there were any number of possible systems of theoretical  
physics all equally well justified; and this opinion is no doubt  
correct, theoretically. But the development of physics has shown  
that at any given moment, out of all conceivable constructions,  
a single one has always proved itself decidedly superior to all  
the rest. Nobody who has really gone deeply into the matter will  
deny that in practice the world of phenomena uniquely determines  
the theoretical system, in spite of the fact that there is no  
logical bridge between phenomena and their theoretical principles;  
this is what Leibnitz described so happily as a "pre-established  
harmony." Physicists often accuse epistemologists of not  
paying sufficient attention to this fact. Here, it seems to me,  
lie the roots of the controversy carried on some years ago between  
Mach and Planck.  
  
 The longing to behold this pre-established harmony is the  
source of the inexhaustible patience and perseverance with which  
Planck has devoted himself, as we see, to the most general problems  
of our science, refusing to let himself be diverted to more grateful  
and more easily attained ends. I have often heard colleagues try  
to attribute this attitude of his to extraordinary will-power  
and discipline -- wrongly, in my opinion. The state of mind which  
enables a man to do work of this kind is akin to that of the religious  
worshiper or the lover; the daily effort comes from no deliberate  
intention or program, but straight from the heart. There he sits,  
our beloved Planck, and smiles inside himself at my childish playing-about  
with the lantern of Diogenes. Our affection for him needs no threadbare  
explanation. May the love of science continue to illumine his  
path in the future and lead him to the solution of the most important  
problem in present-day physics, which he has himself posed and  
done so much to solve. May he succeed in uniting quantum theory  
with electrodynamics and mechanics in a single logical system.